"Ru Yan, help me undress."
Taking advantage of the brief pause to catch his breath, Chen Mo said this to Yue Ruyan beside him.
"As if it'll kill you to look good."
Yue Ruyan glared at Chen Mo, annoyed, but her hands still obediently did as told.
Chen Mo pressed down on Nalan Yiren's body, cradled her head, and kissed her hard.
Yue Ruyan sat right next to them, helping Chen Mo take off his robe.
As Yue Ruyan's hands tugged the robe down, Chen Mo even cooperated by stretching both arms back.
Catching this in the corner of her eye, Nalan Yiren's fragrant heart trembled slightly—Ru Yan had already become an accomplice, so what was she even "resisting" for?
"Rrrip..."
Chen Mo was impatient too—Nalan Yiren's inner garment didn't have buttons and couldn't be undone from the front; it had to be pulled off over her head, so he simply tore it open, then deftly stripped off her chest wrap...
